my mommy means the world to me now more than ever; age is the key I awake to find myself surrounded by her gifts these open doors and support have bounded rifts I'm found a way to play she gave me clay I've learned to shape but more to stay faithful to my dear ma see, I appreciate her now more, rah! some people show you love by meddling in your affairs my mother, busy as she was put on no such airs tension it was a source of thus but tomorrow we'll talk with little fuss now finds her with more time to herself friends, hobbies, thick books on the shelf cross the country, ticklin' the keys playing chopin for colin, and george and me. each day she talks to one of her sons two busy as they are as she was what a productive family! a man, I find her advice sound she keeps me sane with faith from the ground should I be surprised as I travel the world independence and strength I want in a girl? happy birthday mom, you're fifty seven turn up life's volume, this one goes to eleven.